Myne, although wanting to burn the pink slippers in front of him to ash, but remembering the horror of the never-ending stairs, he, with a heavy heart, put aside his dignity. With a sigh that spoke volumes of his inner struggle, he donned the slippers
"Hahaha..."
A burst of laughter echoed playfully through Gal's room. Myne, eyes squeezed shut, could only grit his teeth and surrender to his fate. Velvet, perched beside Gal, chimed in with uninhibited guffaws, while Gal herself chuckled indulgently, a subtle yet genuine smile gracing her lips. However, Gal didn't forget her work, with an ear-to-ear grin on her face, she put a drop of her blood on Myne's new pink slippers, each for formalities, of course, so her mischief would not be caught by him.
"Now, that's it. You two can go," Gal said, waving goodbye, a hint of wistfulness in her voice. "Though I haven't much hope, I pray you both to find your way home safely."
